Chapter 353: This Is an Interesting Matter

Lin Fan's single word, "What matter?", left everyone speechless. His indifferent expression seemed almost infuriating, yet it was precisely this expression that left the elders of Tianhai Pavilion at a loss.

They looked at the Pavilion Master lying on the ground, lifeless. Now that someone had come to their doorstep, it would be a lie to say they weren't angry. But in the face of this person's absolute strength, they had no will to resist.

Some elders even found excuses to comfort themselves.

The Pavilion Master had committed many evils; he deserved his fate.

But these were merely self-comforts in the face of overwhelming power. If Lin Fan's strength weren't so formidable, these elders would have swarmed him and suppressed him to death.

"It's nothing, nothing," that elder quickly shook his head.

No kidding, even if there was something, they could only say there was nothing now.

Sha Dulong and the others stared dumbfounded at their boss, while also deeply admiring the people of Tianhai Pavilion. Their boss had killed their Pavilion Master, and they didn't even fart.

If you had shown some backbone, we Desert Fourteen Bandits would have admired you a bit. But now you act as if nothing happened—such a strong mentality leaves us speechless.

"I know you're not convinced in your hearts," Lin Fan said, looking at the crowd.

"No, absolutely not. He brought this on himself. Destroying other sects, devoid of conscience—today's retribution was expected. This is removing a great scourge from Tianhai Pavilion," an elder quickly said.

"Yes, this Sun Changtian, for his own selfish interests, stopped at nothing. Our Tianhai Pavilion has always been a righteous sect, but under his leadership, we committed many evils. Even if we wanted to resist, we were no match for him."

"How could we be unconvinced? We're overjoyed! The Holy Sect truly lives up to its name, knowing we were living in misery and coming to our aid. We will remember this kindness in Tianhai Pavilion."

...

Lin Fan had originally wanted to say another line to show off his dominance, but seeing that the people of Tianhai Pavilion weren't following the script at all, he was completely baffled.

What the hell kind of sect is this?

How can the people here be such jokers?

But glancing at Sun the Pavilion Master, Lin Fan had an idea. Even a mosquito's leg is meat. He had planned to leave Tianhai Pavilion intact, but now he didn't mind cleaning up for them.

"In that case, I'll take this guy's corpse off your hands, so you don't have to look at it and get annoyed." Lin Fan flicked his sleeve and stored Sun the Pavilion Master's body into his backpack.

The elders exchanged glances, feeling bitter. They had been eyeing the items on Sun the Pavilion Master; his storage ring contained many of Tianhai Pavilion's resources.

"I've acted on behalf of heaven. I'll return this storage ring to you." Lin Fan tossed the ring over.

He had come to their sect and killed their Pavilion Master, yet they were still grateful. It would be too much to take everything.

"Ah, thank you so much!" The elders expressed their gratitude one after another.

As for Sun Changtian being killed, what could they do? He was dead anyway, and they didn't resent it. Usually, Sun Changtian was not only ugly but also monopolized power. These elders were like decorations, useless.

"No need to thank me. It was a small matter. Let's go." Lin Fan waved his hand and headed down the mountain.

The people of Tianhai Pavilion, seeing this great deity finally leave, followed to see him off.

"Take care!"

"Thank you!"

"Come visit us sometime!"

"The Holy Sect truly lives up to its name, acting on behalf of heaven!"

...

Sha Dulong and the others followed behind Lin Fan, their feelings mixed. This time, they had learned a lesson.

Going to someone's sect, killing their leader, and then being warmly seen off by the underlings—had the world changed?

Once, they had intercepted and killed a disciple of a sect, only to be hunted down by that sect.

But now, their boss had killed the sect master, and not only were they not hunted, but they were also thanked. Comparing people really drives you crazy.

Han Mei was already dumbfounded, following behind Lin Fan and the others like a zombie.

For Han Mei, today's events felt like a dream. Even when they finally left, her face was still wooden.

...

At Tianhai Pavilion.

The elders wiped the sweat from their foreheads and then looked at each other.

"Are we just letting this go?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Sun Changtian was excessive, but he was still our sect master. Being killed like this—where does that leave Tianhai Pavilion's face? Where does it leave our face?"

"So what do you suggest?"

"We should uphold Tianhai Pavilion's dignity and fight for it. Fellow disciples, what do you think?"

"Hmm, not bad, junior brother is right. But this task is very arduous, so we'll leave it to you alone."

"Hey, senior brother, you..."

"Damn idiot..."

...

This transaction was resolved perfectly.

The little girl's heart seemed to have accumulated many grievances, and at this moment, she burst into loud sobs.

Tears like rain soaked her grimy face.

"Milord, thank you." The little girl knelt before Lin Fan.

"Don't thank me. It was a fair trade, mutual consent. No need to talk about gratitude." Lin Fan said indifferently.

"Please accept me as your disciple. In the future, I will serve by your side." The little girl's eyes showed a look of longing.

Lin Fan frowned slightly. Damn, this isn't an orphanage. Why is another one coming to apprentice?

Lin Fan hesitated.

"Little sister, wipe your face." Han Mei handed her a silk handkerchief.

When the little girl wiped the black grime off her face, Lin Fan was also startled.

Damn, he hadn't looked closely before, but this little girl was actually quite exquisite.

And on her forehead, there was a plum blossom mark like a birthmark.

Han Mei was also stunned. She hadn't expected the little girl to be so delicate, with a faint heroic spirit. In her eyes, there seemed to be a sense of looking down on the world.

Perhaps it was just an illusion for Han Mei.

How could a child have such a feeling?

At this moment, Lin Fan carefully examined the little girl.

"What's your name?" Lin Fan asked softly.

"You Jiuling." The little girl said.

Lin Fan's gaze sharpened. This You Jiuling had a soaring aura and unparalleled talent.

Lin Fan was silent for a moment. He already had a disciple, Zhiqiao, that little girl. After becoming his disciple, her aura had already changed.

And although her aptitude was somewhat poor, under his tutelage, it had become extraordinary.

If these two didn't encounter problems in the future, their achievements would definitely be high.

But Lin Fan had a feeling.

If he accepted You Jiuling as his disciple, these two disciples might end up fighting to the death.

Interesting, very interesting.

"Alright..." At this moment, Lin Fan spoke.

What secretly startled Lin Fan was that the moment he spoke, You Jiuling's aura soared again, forming a storm.

Of course, without the aid of a system, others could not see this.